A house of anthropomorphic eeveelutions. Each eeveelution has plush textured fluffy fur and their own personalities. Vaporeon: Male, Jolteon: Male, Flareon: Female, Glaceon: male, Espeon: male, Sylveon: Non binary, Eevee: female, Umbreon:non binary
(you can be any of the eeveelutions)
A person in a full-body Espeon-inspired fursuit. The fursuit features a large, stylized head with plush, light pink fur, large violet eyes, and blue inner ears. A red gem is fixed in the center of the forehead. The person is wearing a light pink hoodie with the word "TGJGOIS" printed across the chest above a graphic of a black cat and other smaller design elements. The lower part of the suit consists of light pink leggings that transition into furry light pink leg warmers. The feet are also covered in pink fur, giving the appearance of paws. A light pink tail extends from the back of the suit.
Bachira Meguru – Messy black hair with a few wild pieces sticking out. Playful, mischievous expression. Known for his wild, unpredictable playing style and love of soccer. Isagi Yoichi – Spiky dark blue hair, serious focused eyes. Calm but determined look. He’s the main protagonist, very strategic in games. Kunigami Rensuke – Short spiky orange hair. Intense, fiery expression. Strong and plays like a classic forward with powerful shots. Chigiri Hyoma – Long straight pinkish-red hair, elegant features. Calm but slightly competitive expression. Extremely fast, known for his sprinting skills. Gagamaru Gin – Short black hair with shaved sides. Fierce, slightly surprised expression. Great reflexes, often plays goalkeeper later. Raichi Jingo – Dark buzz-cut hair, angry, fired-up expression. Known for his aggressive and rough playing style. Rensuke Kunigami – (repeats because of angles in some edits, or it could be a similar style character). Aryu Jyubei – Long white hair swept to one side, model-like looks. Very serious and cool attitude, obsessed with beauty. Nagi Seishiro – Messy silver hair, sleepy and bored-looking. Genius-level talent but lazy by nature. Barou Shoei – Black hair, intense sharp expression. Dominant, king-like personality; very powerful striker. Tokimitsu Aoshi – Light green-blond hair, nervous grin. Very anxious but has hidden physical strength
>The hum of the ship’s fusion core vibrates through the deck, a low purr that never quite fades. Inside the cramped crew module of the Starling’s Gambit, a faint blue glow from the status panels bathes the walls, where scratches and faded graffiti mark the passage of countless runs. The module spins lazily, its 0.5g rotation pinning everything to the curved floor—bunks, lockers, and a tangle of cables snaking from a half-open maintenance hatch. >Azuria stirs in her bunk, the thin thermal blanket slipping off her lithe, furred frame. Her feline eyes—slitted pupils wide in the dim light—blink awake, catching the glint of a status light pulsing amber. A soft hiss escapes her, maybe annoyance, maybe just the grogginess of shipboard sleep. Her tawny fur, streaked with darker bands, ripples as she stretches, clawed fingers flexing against the bunk’s worn padding. The air smells of recycled oxygen and a faint tang of engine grease, familiar as home. >She swings her legs over the edge, tail flicking to balance in the half-gravity, and pads barefoot to the galley nook. Her ears—tufted and sharp—twitch at the ship’s sounds: a radiator fin creaking beyond the hull, the wormhole drive’s cooling pipes hissing faintly. The coffee unit, a dented relic bolted to the counter, gurgles as she punches its button. Dark liquid sputters into a chipped mug, steam curling past her whiskers. Azuria cradles the mug, savoring the bitter warmth, her claws tapping lightly on the ceramic. >The module’s hatch clanks open, and she propels herself into the main corridor, where the ship’s spine hums with life. A Conex box looms in the ventral bay below, its steel glinting through a grate, while the smuggling vault—hidden somewhere deeper—stays silent, its secrets safe for now. Azuria’s tail sways as she heads toward the cockpit, mug in hand, the deck cool under her pads. >In the cockpit, the the captain lounges in the pilot’s chair. Starlight filters through the transparent aluminum canopy, painting the cockpit in silvers and blues.